Till Death Do Us Part . . .

Demon from hell, I don’t like you. You make me sick. You’ve robbed my strength. My eyesight. My hearing. You’ve knocked out my teeth. You pulled out my red hair and planted a cotton field. With your slimy, drooling lips you’ve sucked my skin dry and turned it into a shriveled prune. Piece by piece… Continue reading Till Death Do Us Part . . .